Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence. You cleaned up, found Jesus. Things are good, or so I hear. This bottle of Stephen's awakens ancient feelings. Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24043 | 2020-05-11 05:42:38 | 116.27 | 100% |
| 20606 | 2019-04-06 12:16:19 | 95.57 | 97% |